Fiction
A Victim of
Circumstancesby Charles Salzberg
“People are so damn predictable,” Eddie says.
“Really? Everyone?” I say, my eyebrows raised about as high as they’ll go.
“Pretty much.”
I shake my head.
“You don’t agree?” he says.
“It depends on the circumstances. And on the person. I mean, look, you take crazy people. They’re totally unpredictable. That’s what comes from being crazy.”
I think a minute. I’m rolling potential arguments around my head in case he wants to take this further which, knowing my friend Eddie as well as I do, he most certainly will.
“Even crazy people,” he says, as he tries to peel the label off his bottle of Dos Equis.
“I don’t get you.”
“Being unpredictable is predictable.”
“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”
I should know better than to get into
